r(E)volution By Zach Zoya
Dropped from out the clouds, had to change form
Flooded the plains, had em praying for my brainstorms
I’m a master, pieced from divine
Every work of Art got a bitter mob trying to frame jawn
I’m heir to an era of conflict, where the post codes drawn so the pros and the cons split
Professionals been robbin hoods with a palm flick
Gave to the poor and the Black the stigmata of convict
See, the cross we bear is too familiar
Embedded in the home of the brave, the darkest of interiors
Saw street scholars and soldiers defect cuz they post traumatic stressed from the American experience
Go awf then! I’m finna go all in
Murk every line came before this delivery, make orphans
See, my heart bleed from the hardship in my origins
My great grand sold for a band at Southern auctions
It’s the razor edge in my cadence that shredded through these paper trails
Only alphabet boys I trust is NOI and Els
Only alchemy justify the nuggets I expel
Inner city idol trying to be the next Ida Wells
Roc
I don’t know what you might’ve heard, but we ain’t going nowhere- But up
Got a whole squad dressed in all black, got the streets on notice-what up?
They want us in the same place ain’t nobody ever gonna really change nothing-But us.
Hello, this is revolution get on up.
Born queen with a street type of etiquette
That’s why I rule over every subject and predicate
Scrawl these searing indictments on every edifice
Symbols of my holy cabal the only evidence
Look, scuse the venom in my rap tone
Cuz more often than sweet, life served vinegar in Black homes
More specifically where fire lit them crack stones
War on drugs turned a fiend to felon in a snap-gone
Inspired ire in my diatribe
Cuz polished liars trying to tell us that Shabazz is a dying tribe
So imma turn this pen and tablet to a tabernacle, so them jinns can’t distinguish God from me-I and I
Spit the 12 jewels to free em from the 13th
This a clear view like babies seeing from the first blink
They can’t buy the spirit from our nation, cut the purse strings
Gene pool established- ancestors was the first link
Guarantee we finna recoup
Stunting recovered Ghanaian gold on the molars of every tooth
We buying back the blocks, Black Wall Street pursuit
If we fell couple of times, the rise absolute
Trust me
I don’t know what you might’ve heard, but we ain’t going nowhere- But up
Got a whole squad dressed in all black, got the streets on notice-what up?
They want us in the same place ain’t nobody ever gonna really change nothing-But us
Hello, this is revolution get on up
I don’t know what you might’ve heard, but we ain’t going nowhere- But up
Got a whole squad dressed in all black, got the streets on notice-what up?
They want us in the same place ain’t nobody ever gonna really change nothing-But us
Hello, this is revolution get on up
